~Adieu Pantoum

She yearns to say goodbye. Not to him
but to the chill past memories bore
of his daily liquored breath.
She wants to let him go—
to end her inner war.

Cold nights of memories do not bore
a cat’s purr or a mockingbird’s hymn.
She wants to say adieu and end this war
and write a fresh song to breathe.

Songs of him no longer purr melodic hymns
He is a crow’s echo, walls shatter with descent,
she writes a new song of him, he bleeds with regret
as she sings with an empowering voice.

Crows remember faces, but her memory of him descends
of reminiscence; his liquored fragrance.
He splintered her love, but strengthened her voice
to no longer bewail—
farewell to him, adieu.